Draco Malfoy Black

Snow fell on my shoulders as the wind blew quite strongly. I wasn't paying much attention to Crabbe and Goyle's conversation; I was simply walking beside them without listening. We arrived at the Three Broomsticks, feeling the warmth of the place envelop us immediately. We walked a few steps looking for a table, and then Goyle went to the bar to order the butterbeers.

Her voice. My eyes searched for her and found her at that table in the back. I couldn't stand her, and yet I couldn't take my eyes off her. Without realizing it, my brow furrowed when she leaned towards that Hufflepuff guy, laughing at something he said. Probably something stupid.

— Is something wrong, Draco? — Crabbe asked.

— Nothing. — I simply replied. Goyle arrived with the beers and distributed them, but the thirst I had at that moment disappeared and I found myself looking at her again. I didn't understand, and I didn't want to understand, why {{user}} was constantly on my mind.